InsaneJournal

It wasn't that Sirius didn't like Valentines day. Back at school he'd mostly gone around stealing and/or ruining other people's dates in Hogsmeade, and once he and Pete had spied on James and Lily from behind a newspaper. He'd just never been one for the big romantic, flowers and chocolates and teddy bears kind of thing. Anyway, just because he was with Remus, the fact remained that they were both blokes, and they just didn't really have that kind of relationship. Not to mention there was a bloody zombie invasion going on outside (Again. Honestly, this place needed some fresh ideas, because Sirius really found it hard to care as much the second time around) and that didn't really lend itself to 'going down the pub'  or whatever lazy thing they might otherwise had done.

So, there was a mostly eaten takeaway spread over the coffee table, charms placed on the doors and windows to block out the sounds of the city being torn up by the undead, and a film playing on the television. Sirius wasn't very good at paying attention to this particular muggle piece of technology, but at least this film seemed to have bouts of stuff blowing up every ten minutes or so to separate all the talking, so he supposed it could be worse.

He'd stretched out across the sofa, feet resting up in the far armrest, his head on a cushion on top of Remus' lap. You had to have a cushion if you were going to use Remus Lupin as a pillow, he'd long ago realised, due to the bloke being mostly sharp joints and limbs. On the screen, things seemed to have stopped blowing up for a little while, and Sirius twisted to look up at the werewolf. "I can see up your nose," he commented matter-of-factly.